“T… then make it stop,” Purity whines, arching her back, writhing around in this touch.
“I intend to.” Draykan responds, moving a hand down from her cheek to her neck and collar. He caresses her breast and slips down to her stomach and beyond, fingers passing by her heart shapes and between her legs. He pushes her fingers out of the way to prevent her from fingering herself.
“Uuhgh… w… why are you… d… denying me?”
“I’m not denying you anything,” he coos into her ear. “I’m giving you what you need. You just need to trust me.”
Her hazy gaze looks up to him, and he gives her a reassuring look before he tilts his head, sliding his tongue to her wanting lips.
She spreads those lips, allowing him inside, and together, their tongues dance around each other with their own passions. Hers to relieve herself of all of her pain and suffering. His to provide for her the succor that she deserves.
He wonders what manner of fiend could have done this to the protector of Anteronia. After all, she made an impressive showing during the Tournament of Pleasure.
Whatever it was, he would make it pay.
He pulls his tongue free from her mouth, but she licks against his snout.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get more,” Draykan assures her, and his middle and ring finger pet at her peach, gently teasing at the opening he had recently ravaged with his pink tentacles. Soon, both fingers dip inside, giving her a more intimate and gentle exploration, but one that was still as dominant.
Purity rocks her hips against those fingers, hands moving up over her body, squeezing and stroking herself wherever she could. His free hand worked on following her ministrations, petting, stroking, and consoling her as his fingers spread and twisted and rubbed within her.
She bites her lips, squirming under his touch, entirely under his influence. All the while, the thrumming hum of the womb tattoo dims more and more, dying out as he replaces the magic with his touch.
Soon enough, Purity’s breath shifts to gasps, and gasps make way for moans. It is a song that Draykan has heard many times before. Each time, he is happy to be the one to provide it to a woman, whether it be for his own satisfaction or for their healing.
The aching within his pants gives him a painful reminder that this is not to his satisfaction. The more Purity begs for his cocks, the more he wants to give them to her. But should he save her from a full-on mating press and instead provide that to the one who granted this to her? Depending on what it was, that was certainly an option.
She tenses up around his fingers with a final squeal, hugging him with her orgasmic release before she collapses. She softly breathes with that last cry, her chest rising and falling, and her form changing before his eyes.
Pink hair becomes a more muted light brown. The hearts on her body and eyes disappear, making way for a more natural appearance. Her disheveled magical girl attire shifts into a simple blouse and skirt.
Draykan stands up, holding her in his arms and brushing his fingers over her forehead. “How are you feeling?”
Her eyes refocus, and she glances up at him. “H… huh…? Wait…!?” She kicks and squirms, and he lets her down. She pats her hands over herself, her eyes widening. “Oh, shit! Uh, How did I get here?”
“The creature that cursed you with horny,” Draykan begins, narrowing his eyes. “Can you tell me what it is?”
Purity, or rather, her civilian identity, shakes her head. “It all happened so fast. I was just overwhelmed, but… you-you helped me.”
“You need to be careful. And, you’re going to need help.” He places his hand on his chest, wincing a moment when he realizes it is covered in her pussy juice. 
Clenching her first, Purity nods. “Y… yeah, you’re right. I think I will, but I’m not sure you can handle her.”
“I’ll be the judge of that, don’t you worry. If I get in any trouble, I have plenty of gals who can help me out. Now… where did you encounter her?”
— 
Draykan had expected the monster’s lair to be a place long abandoned by the good folk of Anteronia. Some sections decayed from urban neglect and decades of renovation in other, more affluent areas like many other cities. While he had prepared himself to soar into an abandoned warehouse, what he didn’t expect was to perch upon a rooftop overlooking a nightclub.
Standing behind him, his servant Galenna places her porcelain hands upon her hips, the psionic elf floating gently above the rooftop. “So, what are you thinking, Drayky? Is this the work of the Zelbian cult?”
“Possibly,” Draykan says, “But it is powerful magic, regardless. If other people are being made into sex-crazed sluts, I owe it to them to free them of their curse.”
“Just because you were controlled and cursed yourself doesn’t mean you owe it to every last individual to save them. You’re a dragon, and you take what you desire and lord your might over others who would dare challenge you.”
“Maybe this is a challenge,” Draykan smirks, standing up. “It was challenging to save Purity, and I might as well go all the way and teach the one who did that to her a lesson.”
“And you’re sure you want me to be out here?”
“Last thing I need is you and the others to get cursed. But if I do, well, you tell the others. I’m sure you girls can figure out something.”
Draykan spreads his wings and leaps down to the street below. He heads straight to the front door of the building. A long line of night-lifers stretches from around the corner from the building and its thudding music. Many of them don’t notice the dragon landing, so absorbed are they in their own world. One individual does keep an eye on him, a tall bovine woman dressed in a suit, her arms folded over her ample chest. She tilts her head back and snorts, making eye contact with the more towering dragon.